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Stardate: 224911.11 (yyyymm.dd)
Location: Vulcan, garden of Ambassador Sarek’s home, just outside Shi’Kahr
The heat of the hot summer Vulcan sun shone directly overhead. The sun was just about reaching it zenith and Spock knew he should seek refuge in the house. Not even full-blooded Vulcans spent much time outside during these hours of the day. The cool shade of his home, no he thought, his parent’s home, called to him. An even cooler home than most on the planet because of his very human mother inside. The thought that his father, not human and not understanding of his son’s logic, was what kept him outside. The sun climbed higher as he sat there, trying to center himself and find answers in meditation, trying to ignore the fact it was very human emotions and his lack of Vulcan control that kept him out here.
“Sarek….” Amanda pleaded with the Vulcan who was staring stoically out at the form of his son in the garden. He had been standing there for a few hours, as long as his son had been sitting in the garden.
“He must see the error of his decision and stop this Starfleet Academy nonsense,” Sarek said firmly, his face stern and in the privacy of his own home, he allowed his mouth to turn into a slight, but distinct frown.
Amanda reached out to him, grasping his forearm. “Sarek… I thought Vulcans were supposed to be above pride and such illogical emotions.” she chided softly. She smiled up at him. “So he is not going to the Vulcan Science Academy, your alma mater, but he will get an invaluable education from Starfleet as well, and he does wish to pursue their science program…think of the opportunities he would get for research,” she pleaded with Sarek to see reason. She knew it wasn't Spock's only desire for leaving Vulcan. She was well aware of the struggles he faced, being judged as less than from some, people who claimed to be above such judging. She warned him that he would face such judgements from her own people, that there were humans who would think less of him and be more demonstrative in their discrimination than folks on Vulcan. She found herself regretting never taking him to stay on Earth for an extended period of time. Spock would deny it, but she saw the symptoms of the 'grass is always greener' syndrome in her son.
Sarek stared down at her, displeased. His son was defying him and his wife was taking his side. “Starfleet is, at its core, a military organization. My son needs to devote himself to science. Science would come second,” he said haughtily, repeating a common perception of Vulcans. The idea of a Federation was logical and one Sarek supported, but Vulcans were a peaceful people now and Starfleet was military in nature. In Sarek’s view, serving in Starfleet would be a contradiction to the Vulcan way. Not that Vulcans were a pacifist people, if logic dictated they defend themselves and fight, they would and could.
“I don’t want him to go either Sarek,” Amanda soothed him, reaching out for his hand. “He is my son and I would prefer to keep him close to home and out of harm’s way, but he needs to find his way in this life.”
“His way is Vulcan. The decision he made a long time ago. He will attend the Vulcan Science Academy,” Sarek said, withdrawing his hand from Amanda's. The argument finished.
Amanda shook her head sadly. Although they would deny it, she had never encountered anybody as stubborn as her two Vulcans. The argument, discussion as both Spock and Sarek would call it, was far from over. If Spock stayed, he would be unhappy. If Spock left, she knew that Sarek would be unhappy, disappointed and feel slighted. There was no possible good outcome of this.
“Where are you going?” he asked as Amanda stepped away from him and headed towards the sliding door which led to the gardens.
“I am going to go get Spock. It is almost time for the evening repast,” she said.
There was worry brewing in Sarek’s mind and he fought to keep it from his face. His wife was usually not so formal. The evening repast, she almost always called ‘supper’ unless there were other Vulcan’s present. He didn’t like it when she was so formal with him in private. There was a meteoroid that caught his eye as he contemplated following her out into the garden, going to her and his son. He couldn’t repress the shiver as the pre-Surakian myth that a Reah-kov foretold of an upcoming great loss crossed his mind. /It is nothing but a meteoroid. Simply its visible path as it falls into our atmosphere and burns. It is not a messenger from Reah, an ancient Goddess, fortelling death and sadness. A meteoroid entering our atmosphere, not stones being hurled from a non-existant Goddess./ He felt the curious questioning of Amanda in his mind as she caught bits of his thoughts. He turned from the glass door and retreated to his study, shielding his thoughts and all but closing down their bond-link, something he rarely did. He needed to find a way to make Spock see reason and stay. He required undistracted meditation.
el-dvelan- free will
Reah- ancient Vulcan Goddess of the Underworld, death and bereavement
kov- stones
Location: Vulcan, garden of Ambassador Sarek’s home, just outside Shi’Kahr
The heat of the hot summer Vulcan sun shone directly overhead. The sun was just about reaching it zenith and Spock knew he should seek refuge in the house. Not even full-blooded Vulcans spent much time outside during these hours of the day. The cool shade of his home, no he thought, his parent’s home, called to him. An even cooler home than most on the planet because of his very human mother inside. The thought that his father, not human and not understanding of his son’s logic, was what kept him outside. The sun climbed higher as he sat there, trying to center himself and find answers in meditation, trying to ignore the fact it was very human emotions and his lack of Vulcan control that kept him out here.
“Sarek….” Amanda pleaded with the Vulcan who was staring stoically out at the form of his son in the garden. He had been standing there for a few hours, as long as his son had been sitting in the garden.
“He must see the error of his decision and stop this Starfleet Academy nonsense,” Sarek said firmly, his face stern and in the privacy of his own home, he allowed his mouth to turn into a slight, but distinct frown.
Amanda reached out to him, grasping his forearm. “Sarek… I thought Vulcans were supposed to be above pride and such illogical emotions.” she chided softly. She smiled up at him. “So he is not going to the Vulcan Science Academy, your alma mater, but he will get an invaluable education from Starfleet as well, and he does wish to pursue their science program…think of the opportunities he would get for research,” she pleaded with Sarek to see reason. She knew it wasn't Spock's only desire for leaving Vulcan. She was well aware of the struggles he faced, being judged as less than from some, people who claimed to be above such judging. She warned him that he would face such judgements from her own people, that there were humans who would think less of him and be more demonstrative in their discrimination than folks on Vulcan. She found herself regretting never taking him to stay on Earth for an extended period of time. Spock would deny it, but she saw the symptoms of the 'grass is always greener' syndrome in her son.
Sarek stared down at her, displeased. His son was defying him and his wife was taking his side. “Starfleet is, at its core, a military organization. My son needs to devote himself to science. Science would come second,” he said haughtily, repeating a common perception of Vulcans. The idea of a Federation was logical and one Sarek supported, but Vulcans were a peaceful people now and Starfleet was military in nature. In Sarek’s view, serving in Starfleet would be a contradiction to the Vulcan way. Not that Vulcans were a pacifist people, if logic dictated they defend themselves and fight, they would and could.
“I don’t want him to go either Sarek,” Amanda soothed him, reaching out for his hand. “He is my son and I would prefer to keep him close to home and out of harm’s way, but he needs to find his way in this life.”
“His way is Vulcan. The decision he made a long time ago. He will attend the Vulcan Science Academy,” Sarek said, withdrawing his hand from Amanda's. The argument finished.
Amanda shook her head sadly. Although they would deny it, she had never encountered anybody as stubborn as her two Vulcans. The argument, discussion as both Spock and Sarek would call it, was far from over. If Spock stayed, he would be unhappy. If Spock left, she knew that Sarek would be unhappy, disappointed and feel slighted. There was no possible good outcome of this.
“Where are you going?” he asked as Amanda stepped away from him and headed towards the sliding door which led to the gardens.
“I am going to go get Spock. It is almost time for the evening repast,” she said.
There was worry brewing in Sarek’s mind and he fought to keep it from his face. His wife was usually not so formal. The evening repast, she almost always called ‘supper’ unless there were other Vulcan’s present. He didn’t like it when she was so formal with him in private. There was a meteoroid that caught his eye as he contemplated following her out into the garden, going to her and his son. He couldn’t repress the shiver as the pre-Surakian myth that a Reah-kov foretold of an upcoming great loss crossed his mind. /It is nothing but a meteoroid. Simply its visible path as it falls into our atmosphere and burns. It is not a messenger from Reah, an ancient Goddess, fortelling death and sadness. A meteoroid entering our atmosphere, not stones being hurled from a non-existant Goddess./ He felt the curious questioning of Amanda in his mind as she caught bits of his thoughts. He turned from the glass door and retreated to his study, shielding his thoughts and all but closing down their bond-link, something he rarely did. He needed to find a way to make Spock see reason and stay. He required undistracted meditation.
el-dvelan- free will
Reah- ancient Vulcan Goddess of the Underworld, death and bereavement
kov- stones
